Page 11 of Poppy's Place

“Like what? I’m on the pill.”

Now it was his turn to close his eyes and inhale deeply. After a moment, he looked at me with a completely straight face. “Does that mean you’re sexually active with anyone else right now?”

“No!” My jaw dropped when I thought about what he was suggesting. “Of course not. I just mean, that’s not something you have to worry about.”

Carter nodded and his shoulders dropped a smidge. “While we’re on that topic, when was the last time you were with a man?”

I scrunched up my nose, hating this part of any new relationship. “A long time ago. College, so two years ago. And it wasn’t anything serious. I’ve mostly just had some play scenes with Daddies at the club, but those weren’t sexual. And mostly they were in a group.”

“Why weren’t they sexual?” His tone didn’t indicate any kind of judgment or anger. He just genuinely wanted to know more.

There just wasn’t much more to tell. “I guess there wasn’t the right kind of chemistry.”

One side of his lips turned up. “And do you feel the right kind of chemistry with me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “A lot.”

His other hand slid above mine and held me in his palms, tracing my knuckles with his thumbs. “I feel it too, baby girl. And I would love to make you mine. When you’re Big like right now, and I can’t wait to spend time with you when you’re Little too.”

My breath hitched as I held back the wave of desire that pulsed through me. Was it possible to come from words alone? I didn’t think so but…maybe I was about to be the first person ever. “I want that too, Daddy. Can we hurry back now?”

He nodded and slipped his card back into his wallet before leaving a stack of cash on the table. Carter stood up and reached for my hand, carefully helping me out of my seat so he could guide me out. If there weren’t so many people around, I wondered if he might lift me up and carry me on his hip or over his shoulder.

A soft giggle escaped as I leaned against his side and pressed my head against his chest.

“What’s so funny, baby girl?” He pushed the door open, and I stepped outside before him.

“Just thinking about how silly it’d be if you were carrying me so we can hurry back.”

“Oh, you mean like this?” Before I knew it, he swept his arms beneath me and lifted me up against his chest, cradling me to him as if I weighed nothing.

I giggled again as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on. “Put me down, Daddy. I’m too heavy.”

He growled and ignored my request. “My baby girl is absolutely not too heavy for me to carry around, and I will decide when I carry you. Is that understood?”

I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his warm skin. “Yes, Daddy. You decide.”

As soon as we were driving, my nerves started to pick up. What if he didn’t like me as Little Poppy? I wasn’t usually a brat, but I’d been told I could be a handful…whatever that meant.

By the time I was hitting the code to unlock the front door, a million butterflies were fluttering around in my tummy. “We didn’t clean up last night, so it’s kind of a mess.”

I walked through the reception area to open the door to the playroom, and I did a double take. Everything had been cleaned up. Coloring books were neatly stacked, crayons were in their boxes, the stuffies were neatly arranged on the beanbags as if they were all ready to watch a cartoon together, and the dishes we dirtied from our snacktime were all cleaned and put away. “What happened?”

Daddy Carter slipped his hand up my neck and then released my braid so it fell down onto my shoulders. “What do you mean?”

“How did everything get cleaned up?” I turned to him, very confused. “When I went up, everyone was leaving, and it was a mess. The only other person who was here…” My brain finally caught up. I narrowed my eyes and put my fists on my hips. “Did you clean up?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe.”

“You didn’t have to do that, Daddy. We would’ve gotten to it. Or not. That’s the good part about having this room. We don’t ever have to clean up if we don’t want to.”

His fingers combed through my hair. Since I put it up wet, it dried in fat curls that he was separating as he massaged my scalp. “Daddy’s job is to take care of his Little girl. That means cleaning up after you play with your friends.”

I wanted to refute that, but…he was right. If that was the kind of Daddy he was, then it wasn’t my place to question his motives. He was the one to make those decisions. “Okay. Thank you.”

Carter leaned down to give me a kiss. It was soft and barely a brush of lips against lips at first, but when I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, hanging from him as if I needed the air from his lungs to breathe, he lifted me up and deepened the kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I held on, rubbing my pussy against his abs as I tried to get as close to him as possible.

Every part of me needed to be touched, and the way his mouth moved against mine was just a tease for what it could do over the rest of my body. “Please, Daddy. I need more.”

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